#ROCKETEER ADVENTURES no.4

[nfcomics]

ROCKETEER ADVENTURES no.3 • cover art • Alex Ross [July 2011]

The third rollicking issue of Rocketeer Adventures goes from high-spirited pulp adventures from a decidedly unexpected source, to the too-cool junior Rocketeer brigade-plus another rollicking tale, and a couple of beautiful pin-ups-it just doesn't get any better than this!

Comic • 32 pages • $3.99 US

(w) Joe R. Lansdale, Ryan Sook, Jonathan Ross, Bruce Timm • (a) Ryan Look, Stephanie Buscema, Joe Chiodo, Tommy Lee Edwards • (colorist ) Tommy Lee Edwards • (letterer) John Workman • (editor) Scott Dunbier • (ca) Alex Ross

[spark-circuit]

look. look. work smarter not harder. i will stall out Judgement to a crawl if i have to just to make the whole thing unsatisfying for them and easier for me.

all that's left to do is look Death in the eye and shoot it until it dies first ✌️

[ahb-writes]

Book Review: 'Sentenced to Be a Hero' #1

Sentenced to Be a Hero, The Prison Records of Penal Hero Unit 9004, Vol. 1 by Rocket Shokai, Mephisto, Matthew Rutsohn

adventure

conspiracies

demon war

fantasy

forced servitude

occult

prisoners

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A hilariously, and at times grotesquely miserable clutch of prisoners forced into military service who just might save the land from demonic corruption? Lead by a man rumored to be "the most despicable hero of them all"? SENTENCED TO BE A HERO v1 is a simple fantasy story that grows and expands the deeper one goes.

At first glance, readers may believe the protagonist, Xylo Forbartz, is just another disgraced knights' captain forced into hazardous servitude as punishment. Readers might also suppose the whispered depravity and cheeky degeneracy of the religious elites are just another play at dispossessed social mores. And readers could also, perhaps, convince themselves the fighters of Penal Hero Unit 9004 are indestructible, given how far they've come.

Curiously enough, readers would be wrong on all counts. SENTENCED TO BE A HERO v1 may be written with the light-handed, flippant style native to most light novel projects, but the book's structure bears evidence of much more effective and engaging storytelling. For example, readers never gain important information right away (e.g., Forbartz's backstory, the inclinations of the religious authorities), and readers don't necessarily catch it the first time around (e.g., learning which characters to trust to tell the truth).

Forbartz and his colleagues are criminals condemned to eternal military service. The task of eliminating the Demon Blight is not an easy one. Indeed, most would say humanity is already done for. But a mission is a mission. And of these criminals, not all of them are guilty, and of those innocent, they are either violently insecure or are outright antisocial. Readers will find these folks irritating and repulsive until, in a battle against rampaging demon-kin, the group wields lightning staffs, magical swords, and massive battle-axes to clear the way. These are the worst people to rely on in a moment of critical need.

And if the Federated Kingdom can eke out soldiers-for-hire by manipulating the common man, then what else might be going on in the shadows?

Penal Hero Unit 9004 is a menagerie of miscreants: a disgraced knight captain (Xylo Forbartz); a thief with bad manners (Dotta Luzulas); a literal dead-man walking (Tatsuya); an overly chatty sniper (Tsav); a cowardly political criminal (Venetim Leopool); and a brilliant magecraft technician, who also happens to be wildly mentally unstable (Norgalle Senridge). The team dynamic is certifiably odd and slowly unfolds over the course of the novel. The author rightfully takes their time layering each characters' skills, quirks, and specialties into each (increasingly dangerous) military assignment.

Surviving various demon rampages in dark forests and underground caverns, as well as outlasting an assault on abandoned castle grounds, the unit's tough tasks made easier with the help of others. Forbartz earns the favor of Teoritta, the goddess of swords, as well as Patausche Kivia, Captain of the 13th Order of the Holy Knights. SENTENCED TO BE A HERO v1 spins these added authorities in Forbartz's favor, whereas other novels might typically leave them to other, smarter, more deserving characters.

The goddess character, for example, is an ebullient little girl with enormous power, whereas Captain Kivia, however tsundere, is a by-the-book military official with close family in the Temple's upper ranks.

SENTENCED TO BE A HERO v1 tells a compact story and risks leaving readers with more questions than answers, although likely by accident. For example, Forbartz slowly clues into the possibility of an interlocking conspiracy to eliminate him and his crew, despite the good they do for humanity. And yet, readers have so little vision into these institutions, beyond Forbartz's traumatic flashbacks, that it's impossible to piece together the actual puzzle itself.

The same can be said for the novel's approach to the history and application of magic. Much of the book's conceptualization and utility of magical effects is shallow and a bit ridiculous, except for when it counts (e.g., in battle). Since the origins of the goddesses, their powers, and their functions are largely hearsay (or lost), everything is made up on the spot. The tack is mighty convenient, and so glosses over a valley of active worldbuilding that might have given this novel some genuine heft.

Fortunately, where the novel's use of detail falls short, other narrative elements pick up the slack. The book's structure, again, is a high point. Readers learn more of this decaying continent as Forbartz learns more about it, and readers feel more invested in Teoritta's well-being the more Forbartz himself invests in the girl's safety and survival. Further, readers grow increasingly curious about the institutional dynamics ruling the continent. Is there conflict between the Temple and the military? To what extent? Who controls what? Is either wholly in the right? Neither organization is a monolith. Readers don't care about these things until the protagonist does, which is a timely and effective storytelling strategy.

SENTENCED TO BE A HERO v1 is an easy read. The fight scenes are entertaining, if written a bit amateurishly, and the character personalities are diverse, if leaning rather heavily into tropes. But the plight of a character who detests being a hero, and the conspiracies that bind him to his fate, beget a story readers will find more amusing than not.

�� ❯ Light-Novel Reviews

[sleepimimzi]

a lil guy

[themanaliadventureactivity]

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[sonichedgeblog]

At the fall '99 Tokyo Game Show, Sonic Team announced the "Enjoy 4" campaign, hinting at their next titles. These are the images they showed - Kaigai (Sonic Adventure International), PSO (Phantasy Star Online), CHU2 (ChuChu Rocket!) and Samba (Samba De Amigo).

[modmad]

I need more TPoH music I know you post one like every 3 years so *taps watch

abshfbg is that true? I can see it but okay here's another on the RGB insp/vibe list I don't think I've posted before but it pairs well with the Man Who Sold the World which is another. you get no actual context or reasoning, as ever.

lyrics under the readmore (requested by anon!)

[Verse 1] Here is the news Coming to you every hour upon the hour Here is the news The weather's fine But there may be a meteor shower [Verse 2] Here is the news A cure has been found For good old rocket lag (Here is the news) Someone left their life behind In a plastic bag

[Chorus 1] Here is the news ("Spaceworkers dispute in London today) (As a lightning strike by air shuttle officers) (Led to over 2,000 passengers being held up) (For up to 10 hours to board flights") Here is the news ("Ten Eurotechnicians were today sentenced) (By the justice computer to be banished for life) Here is the news (To the prison satellite Penal One") [Verse 3] Here is the news Another action-filled adventure (Here is the news) All the worst From the world convention

[Chorus 2] ("Scientists have revealed that time travel—") Here is the news (The very latest) ("—the chairs of RoboCo Developments are now claiming—") ("—say he was a very great friend of mine—") ("—to our regular scheduled programs—") Here is the news ("—twelve witnesses discovered—") Here is the news ("—the latest report from the people down there—") ("—tiny little details—") Here is the news ("—so I'd just really like to go home) (And say hello to everybody") [Bridge] (Here is the news) I wanna go home I want my baby back (Here is the news) I wanna go back!

[Verse 4] Here is the news Somebody has broken out Of Satellite Two (Here is the news) Look very carefully It may be you [Outro] ("—the energy counsel today announced—") ("—the archbishop, uh, is waving to the crowds—") ("—the World Broadcasting Authority today announced—") ("I think it's going to be alright) (You'll have to wait and see) (I'll call you back later") Here is the news ("The latest report from the people-counting) (And population control center estimates—") Here is the news ("The spokesperson for the center announced—") Here is the news...

[ficfield]

Chris Redfield: Dad chronicles – Chaos, Crayons and a Cat named rocket. 

Request: More Chris and his baby!! It’s so adorable I cannttt I need moreeeeeee

Dad chris never fails to amuse me 😂 Enjoy my lovelies

Chris Redfield faced Tyrants, B.O.W.s, and nightmares most people couldn’t imagine. He’d walked into bioterror hot zones with nothing but a combat knife and grim determination. 

None of it had prepared him for parenthood.

Specifically, none of it had prepared him for this day.

“Rocket! No! Drop it!” Chris barked, lunging across the living room just in time to catch the family cat sauntering off with one of his son’s tiny sneakers in its mouth. Rocket, a stray that Claire had “accidentally” gifted them last year, hissed in annoyance but relinquished the shoe. 

Chris sighed, holding the slobbery thing up in mild disgust before glancing at the clock. 2:37pm. Only… several more hours to go.

“Dad!” his son shouted from the hallway. “I made a masterpiece! Come see!” 

Chris winced. Those words… they’d been said before. He trudged over, praying it wasn’t another “mural” on the wall. 

It wasn’t this time.

It was worse. 

“Oh no.” 

The boy, four years old, full of energy, and apparently blessed with his mother’s creativity and lack of caution, beamed up at him. “I made Rocket a superhero!” 

And there was Rocket, sitting in the laundry basket, covered in stickers, streamers, and sporting what Chris was pretty sure was one of his old tactical headsets duct taped around its tiny feline skull. 

Rocket meowed pitifully. Chris sighed again.

“You’ve gotta stop using my field gear for crafts, buddy,” he said, gently peeling the headset off the cat. “This stuff isn’t cheap.”

“But Rocket needs to call for backup,” his son argued seriously. “He’s fighting crime.” 

Chris groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Yeah, and I’m fighting a migraine.” 

4:03PM.

Snack time turned into a battleground. Chris set out apple slices and peanut butter, his son demanded pancakes. Pancakes, Chris explained, were a breakfast food. 

“I’m having a growth spurt,” his son declared, hands on his hips. “I need carbs.” 

Chris blinked. “Where did you even learn that?” 

“Aunt Jill.” 

Of course.

Chris made pancakes.

4:45PM.

Finger painting. Chris had been told finger painting was a good outlet for kids. No one had mentioned that finger paint somehow ended up everywhere. On the table. On the floor. On Chris’s face.

At one point, Rocket streaked past, trailing neon green paw prints around the house. 

“Your mom’s never gonna let me live this down,” Chris muttered under his breath. 

5:22PM.

They played hide and seek.

Chris found his son inside the dryer.

“Hiding in appliances is never okay,” Chris scolded. 

“But I fit!” his son protested.

Chris fought the urge to scream into his hands. “That’s not the point!” 

6:03PM

Dinner was another exercise in practice. He cooked, he begged, he bribed. His son ate three bites and then insisted he was full. 

Ten minutes later, he asked for ice cream.

Chris said no. 

His son wailed like a siren.

Chris seriously considered calling in backup. 

6:45PM.

By the time his partner, his wife, his best friend, the only other adult in the house, walked through the door, Chris was slumped on the couch, his t-shirt smeared with paint, peanut butter and cat hair. His son was shirtless, giggling, and wearing Chris’s BSAA cap backwards like he was in some kind of toddle street gang. 

“Hi,” Chris croaked, hauling himself up.

She raised her eyebrow. “Rough day?” 

Chris nodded wordlessly.

Their son ran to her, arms wide. “Mom! Mom! I made Rocket a superhero and dad said no carbs but aunty Jill said carbs are important and I got stuck in the tumble dryer but I was fine and-“

She smile, scooped him up, and kissed his cheek. “Wow, sounds like an adventure huh” 

Chris could’ve cried with relief. 

They got the kid bathed and into pajamas. Story time was mercifully brief (though he did have to read goodnight moon twice). And 8:15PM, their son was finally asleep. 

Chris melted into the couch like a man who’d just survived a two-day op in enemy territory.

“You okay there, soldier?” she teased, sitting beside him.

He groaned. “I don’t think my back will ever recover.” 

She chuckled softly, leaning into his side. “Well… good news.” 

Chris raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to give me a massage?” 

She smiled at him. Soft, warm, and just a little nervous.

“Not exactly.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny white stick with two pink lines.

Chris stared. Blinked. Stared again.

“Oh.” 

“Yeah,” she whispered. “We’re doing this again.”

Chris opened his mouth. Closed it =. Ran a hand through his hair and let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

“Another one,” he muttered “God help me.” 

She laughed, taking his hand in hers. “You’re gonna be fine.”

Chris turned toward her, eyes soft. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You weren’t ready the first time,” she pointed out. “And look at you now.”

He glanced toward the baby monitor, where their son was snoring softly, one hand curled around his favourite stuffed wolf.

Chris smiled.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Okay. I can do this.”

“You can,” she agreed, kissing him gently. “But we should probably tell Leon after you’ve had time to process.”

Chris chuckled darkly. “He’s gonna buy matching leather jackets.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

They sat there in the quiet, hand in hand, as Chris let it all wash over him.

Another baby.

Another tiny life to protect. To love. To fight for.

He exhaled slowly.

“I’m gonna need more coffee.”

[sara-the-wizard]

7 Day Camp Stay. Day: 4

Wooh! Day 4, for ya!

Honestly, it wasn't a bad day!

(Spoiler alert: My hip got better, so that means Donnie's would too!)

Hope you enjoy day 4! Under the cut.

7 Day Camp Stay

Day: 4

Donnie woke up at 7:15. He threw his coat on and went over to Raphs room. Raph was still in bed, but he could wake up by now.

"Raph?"

Donnie looked at Raph, then shook him a bit.

"I'm up! I'm up!"

"I wanna go back to the camp now."

"You sure? Are you feeling up to it?"

"Yeah."

Raph then got out of bed and tossed on his coat as well. They got in the Taxi rocket and started on their way back to the campsite. Raph pulled into a small grocery store on the way.

"Mikey wanted me to get a few more ingredients for him."

Raph said as he unbuckled and opened the door. Donnie decided to follow him inside. Walking in, the bell rung. Donnie quickly put his hoodie over his head. There was an elderly woman sitting behind the cash register.

"Good morning!"

She said with a gruff, but kind voice.

"Morning!"

"Hello."

Raph and Donnie took a stroll through the store. Donnie wondered off to another part of the store, still slightly limping. Raph picked up the ingredients Mikey requested. Raph turned to find Donnie holding a box of crackers and some juice boxes.

"Could I..."

Donnie said sheepishly. Looking up at Raph. He didn't have his own money with him that time.

"Of course! Raph can get those for you if you want!"

Raph placed the juice and crackers in the basket and wondered over to the checkout counter. He placed the items down. Donnie doesn't remember what it cost but Raph was willing to buy almost anything for his brothers. They walked out of the store, hopped into the Taxi rocket and continued to the campsite.

Soon they arrived. Mikey had made the sandwiches for lunch.

"Hey! We're back!"

Raph said as he hopped out of the vehicle. Donnie opened the door and lifted himself up, looking over the top of the taxi at the campsite. Donnie slowly walked over to his tent and put the juice and crackers next to his bed. He came back out and had lunch with the rest.

Later, Leo wanted to go swimming in the lake nearby. Donnie declined on going, not sure if it was wise while his hip was still hurting with movement. Raph and Leo went, and Mikey stayed behind because he wanted to keep Donnie company. But Mikey would have to wait on bonding time cause Donnie left to take a shower.

After Donnie was done he crawled back into his tent and fiddled with his Atomic Las action figure. Mikey poked his head inside.

"Hi, dee!"

"Hello Micheal."

Mikey took that as a welcome. He crawled inside with his two favorite dolls, Jupiter Jim and Lu Jitsu. Together they made them go on a grand adventure, up Grey Mountain.

"Holy space nebula! You expect me to climb to the top of this mountain without anti-gravity boots?"

Jim said, waving his loose plastic arms in the air.

"Yes, and we must reach the top to find the ancient weapon known as The Sword Of Peace!"

Lu said with determination in his voice. Swiping his arm with real chopping action.

"We will get the sword, and we'll defeat our enemy once and for all!"

Atomic Thrilled. Raising her arm with a fist. They went up steap mountains and through dangerous caves. They fought off giant spiders and flying creatures, but at last they made it to the top. The sword was now in sight! It was finally in their grasp! Lu Jitsu walked up to the sword and grabbed it. Just then, their enemy appeared from the shadows. It was none other then, a giant raccoon! With it's fir all matted up from being tossed in the dryer one too many times.

"Oh no! It's Coony!"

The group of heros tried to attack, but none of their weapons had effect.

"Quick! Use the sword to defeat Coony!"

Atomic Las said in a panic. Lu Jitsu raised the sword towards Coony.

"I will not hurt you! Leave now and never come back!"

"It can't be that easy!"

Coony turned and hopped away.

"Okay, fine."

Just when Mikey and Donnie finished their little adventure, Raph and Leo came back. By that time it was Supper time again. Donnie watched as Mikey set up the sticks in the fire pit and put them into a tipi shape. He then carefully placed some fire started in the center and lit it with a match. Instantly it bursted into flames. The fire grew quickly. Mikey had prepared some zucchini boats with red sauce, mozzarella and pepperoni in them. He placed them on the grate and started cooking them.

It took a bit, but they were finally cooked through. Mikey served them out to his brothers. Donnie took a plate and sat down. Eating it made Donnie miss his pizza. The first thing he's gonna have when he gets home is pizza.

The meal was quickly finished, and Donnie headed off to the bathrooms to brush his teeth. His hip still hurt when he walked, but it was better than before. He looked up, and his jaw dropped. The stars were magnificent that night! Way better than yesterdays! Donnie stopped to admire them. Constellations glowing brightly. The milky way streaking across the sky. It was as clear as day! Donnie wished he could take a picture of it to gaze upon after it was gone, but his phone camera would not do it justice.

Donnie spent a good 10 minutes just staring at the sky, till a gust of wind chilled him to the bone. He made it to the restrooms, brushed his teeth, and got back to camp. There, he settled for the night in his sleeping bag. Camping has some good things that come with it. And its beauty is definitely one of them.

__________

That was a fun day! Maybe cause I like making up story's. :)

Oh, I love Coony so much! He's a Country Critters hand puppet we've had for years!

Anywizle, I hope you enjoyed reading! Lord bless you! ❤️

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[heckinconfusedparade]

Woe! Sonic character headcanons be upon Ye!

Sonic:

- Learned how to cook while raising Tails and got really good at it

- Hedgehog Gordon Ramsay

- Can’t bake for shit tho

- Made up a lullaby that he sings to Tails to help him sleep. It’s been effective since the kit was 4

- In the warmer months, Sonic scouts out nice places for his annual picnic with Amy. He loves hanging out with her and enjoying sweets!

- Has a memorial for Chip with his necklace somewhere hidden

- Ran before he could walk

- Bothers Knuckles on Angel Island at least twice a week

- He and Shadow spar every week

- Bro has a bunch of Knick knacks and trinkets from his adventures

- Has a lazy day every once in a whilel

- He does vocal warm ups every morning as part of his little routine, even if he doesn’t plan on singing that day. It’s good to warm up before doing a lot of speaking!

Tails:

- He’s so sweet but so sassy

- Will sass a grown man to death

- Hugs people he really loves with his tails included

- He has a blacksmith place somewhere

- Had to have an intervention for his mint addiction (unsuccessful)

- His love language is gift giving! His gifts are one of a kind

- He made Shadow a gun for Christmas. It has bullets that explode on impact. It’s a tiny rocket launcher

- Used a chaos emerald to give a box Chaos Control so he can warp stuff back to his workshop

- the box defies logic, and he can fit literally anything in it

Amy

- If anyone insults or puts down her besties it’s ON SIGHT! EVEN IF ITS THE BESTIE SAYIN IT ABOUT THEMSELF (looking at you, TAILS)

- Refuses to let anyone go hungry. Angel to anemic and diabetic community!

- Spars with Knuckles to practice her hand to hand combat

- Meets up with Sonic in the coldest part of winter so they can hibernate together

- Loves her picnic dates with Sonic!

- Got Vanilla to homeschool Tails so at least the kid can have credentials to go into higher education in the future if he wants

- Loves thrift shopping! One man’s trash is this gals treasure!

- Crystal girl

- Shares Taylor Swift album theories with Shadow. They both go crazy for it

- She took Cream, Rouge, Blaze, and Sticks on a road trip. It was the most chaotic thing to hit the roads that summer.

Knuckles:

- is the reason a mountain has a giant crack in it

- vibe checks buildings for faulty wiring with his electro signal echidna stuff

- Bro moves the soil around his island to promote healthier plant life

- Bro is the single teen dad of many many many Chao

- Tries to leave the island whenever he can. He has a map of places that Sonic marked because they made him think of him!

- Taught Tails how to throw one hell of a punch and how to use his namesakes in combat

- Secretly looks forward to Rouge’s visits because he finds the sparring fun

Shadow:

- His room is usually only illuminated by a lamp because the sun shines directly in his window, and the ceiling light is too bright

- the lightbulb in the lamp changes colours. Rouge calls it his Mood Lamp

- If Sonic doesn’t show up to their weekly sparring, he gets concerned and indirectly searches for the dude. He’d rather die than admit he’s concerned tho

- Taylor Swift karaoke night with Amy

- Plays Project SEKAI

- Has a garden full of beautiful flowers dedicated to Maria. Amy and Sonic helped find flowers and seeds, and Knux provided the soil. They didn’t ask to get involved, nor were they asked, they just found out from Rouge and decided to help Shadow out

- He cannot fucking cook

- He cannot fucking bake

- There’s very few things he can actually make BUT HES LEARNING

- Learning to enjoy life as it happens. He’s stopping to smell the roses and appreciate what he has right now, and tries not to lament about the past or future

Rouge:

- Sometimes visits Angel Island just to bother Knuckles

- She has a pair of boots that has spikes on the toes

- Taught Tails how to steal

- She’s Cream’s favourite guest to bring to a tea party because of all the drama she brings with her.

- Is the reason Tails is a gossip

- She played Thief Simulator and had the greatest time ever

- Watched analysis videos of people trying to solve heists she committed

- Pretended not to listen when Amy infodumped to her about crystal energy, but she actually finds it very interesting

Omega:

- Trusts Tails with his life

- Because he can’t fit through doors or knock without breaking them, he stands outside the window waiting for someone to notice him outside

-or he just breaks the door anyway because why not

- Loves fireworks, wants to fire them on his own

- Absorbs every insult he hears Sonic make, as well as searches up on the internet to add to his database just so he can insult Eggman in a way that matters.

[redcoralpot]

Can you do Daryl finding out reader is trans? Early season 4, perhaps? :3

Attentu - Daryl Dixon x FTM Reader

Your wish is my command!!

Warnings: Gore, murder, violence, blood, cussing, mentions of transphobia and death, and addictions.

Word Count: 2.6K

You eagerly join in on the medical supply run, despite the group's awful luck. A confession from Bob has you feeling quite guilty about a personal matter...

-

It was dead.

You threw the car battery to the side, sick of the luck your supply group had. Daryl was on the other side of the room, shuffling through drawers in an attempt to obtain the right part. For an auto repair shop, it was horribly disorganized.

“Got anything?” you called over, impatient.

A grin took over your face as he tossed the find at you, catching it in a firm grip, “Nah.”

The car was not in terrible shape, not really. Some rust here and there, with paint scratched off from long road adventures before the outbreak. Your father had a similar car when you were just a child, and he was insistent that he passed on his knowledge, despite your mother’s constant objections. It was not fit for someone like you; that your hands should never be calloused from the tough ground nor covered in grease, she said. He always ended up laughing in her face.

So as he would have it, the two of you got in all sorts of trouble. Hijacking cars, picking locks, prying cabinets open with a pocket knife; all things he said would come in handy one day. Daryl seemed like he had the same type of upbringing, all rough and tumble, and perhaps that’s what drew you to him. That, or he was just really damn good with surviving.

Daryl’s footsteps creaked as he led the way out of the building, shining his flashlight on any possible threats around. Someone had to, as you weren’t keen to look after Bob found an old walker stuck under a desk, ending that misery. It was the only one left. One by one, you circled out of the building, with Bob’s silent trepidation behind you as you arrived back at the car. Daryl opened its hood again, and you both set to work.

His voice was muffled around his cigarette, “You never told us about the group you were with, before.”

You glanced up as Bob replied, “Which one?”

“You know,” he continued, when Daryl gave him a look, “when you found me out on that road, I almost kept walking.”

“Why’s that?’

“I was done being a witness. It happened two times, two different groups.”

…

“I was the last one standing, like God intended for me to see it over and over; a curse,” he shook his head, pursing his lips, “but, when it’s just you out there with the quiet, I used to drink a bottle of just 'bout anything just so I could sleep at night.”

“The run to the big spot, I only did it for me.”

You froze, a jug of clear liquid still in your hands. Daryl took it from you, completely unfazed, and managed to get a swig out of it.

He licked his lips, “You gotta keep busy somehow.”

��No, I did it so I could get me a bottle, a bottle of anything. That’s what got Zack killed.”

“That’s bullshit,” Daryl peered at him, “why don’t you get in there and try the engine? Should be the red and green wires, it ain’t rocket science.”

Even as Bob walked away, you stayed silent. Your fingers burned as you rigged the working car battery back in, but never as much as your thoughts. The other man nudged you, urging you to take your hands off as the engine roared in front of you. He clapped his hands and brought them up to his mouth; a sharp whistle rang through the air. Bob’s alcohol troubles seemed to be forgotten by Daryl, since he gave you a rusty smile while you slammed down the hood.

“Nobody coulda’ known, and you ain’t gonna be standing alone. Not anymore,” he reassured Bob.

You huffed, swinging a few plastic bags of gas in the back seats, ducking to join them. Tyreese and Michonne got the rest and the three of you squeezed together with the luggage, closing the door. With that, you left the burdensome place behind.

The ride to the college was short, but Bob still parked a little ways out, and the group set off to walk the rest of the distance. You passed most of the buildings on campus; dull brick that plants jumped at the opportunity to outgrow after a year of inactivity.

“Looks like the building we want is up ahead,” Tyreese stated.

For the first time since Bob’s confession, you spoke, “Are we splitting up? We’ll cover more ground that way.”

“Is that safe?” Michonne questioned, and Daryl eyed you.

“I know I can cover myself, if I end up alone.”

The brunette scoffed, and you shifted a glare at him, “You know I can, too. You’ve seen me.”

“I think,” Bob uttered, “it’s a good idea.”

“We don’t have a lot of time, I’ll shoot if I run into any trouble. Meet me back at the car.”

Outside of the Learning Resource Center, you split from the group, sneaking close to the ground. You heard the rest shuffle in the opposite direction with a soft “C’mon, c’mon.”, and let out a shaky breath. Two pairs, then three pairs of footsteps faded away.

The lights of the wing flickered and let out fading sparks as you padded along, dust pillowing up from wherever you stepped. God, the outbreak sure did a number on this place. Shadows grew as abundantly as the plants, but never dulled the smears of blood along the walls, floor, and shattered glass. It cracked and snapped under you, somewhere behind you, and you hissed as you looked at the walls alongside you. There were several doorways leading to different rooms, most likely supply closets or classrooms. Carefully, you dipped yourself into the nearest doorway, a heavy feeling on your back. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest and your stomach had a sick pit of anxiety as you thumbed through the biggest drawers. There were plenty of jars, containers, and vials, but none of them had what you needed. You read all the labels once, twice, the text in messy handwriting or tiny fonts.

Testosterone, in its liquid form made for injections, should be a clear liquid. You knew that much from what your provider told you, and from your own studies. Any colored liquids, or any with particles floating inside, you discarded from your search immediately. You were taking too long, you started to think, or were you? You didn’t know if you were gone for ten or if you have been here for thirty.

Once again, you slid back into the trashed hallway, trying to make your way towards the next doorway. The only things you could hear were your quick breaths and a creak, most likely from the forgotten building. A set pattern was in your mind as you dove into the room, and the haze of adrenaline made it hard to think. Walkers, as the prison liked to call them, were not your biggest concern. Even before the outbreak, it was dangerous for you to step outside; to live your life. If you passed by the wrong person, your face would be on the hot topic of the community for the week after. Getting caught was not an option.

You blinked, trying to clear the thumping in your ears. The vial’s label looked like a foreign language, though you knew it wasn’t, so you peered closer at it. A gust of hot air hit your neck, and again. Hot air. This place was cold.

Your fingers scrambled for the knife at your side, it was there, wasn’t it? You slashed before you could think. Hair scratched your fingers; your knife dug into a warm crevice. The hot air turned into a raw, groaning noise. The hot air stopped. 

You pushed the body to the ground and your blade was released. The blood trickled hot down your wrist. Instead of the red you expected, it was a sludgy, filthy brown. It dripped in slow droplets on the floor beside your shoes. This was the first opportunity to look at the thing, and what a sight it was.

The knife had caved in a part of its skull, which itself was like a rotten, stomped on pumpkin. It oozed and dripped the same muck over the tile, muddying the disfigured face underneath. It made Osbourne’s stage trick look like simple child’s play to anyone who witnessed the act. Its eyes were still open; bulging out in that manic, hungry way only a madman got before the outbreak. You looked away from the mess, your breakfast seizing in your throat, and you busied yourself with getting more testosterone vials in your bag. The most important thing was that it was not human, not anymore.

Stuffing your full hand in your bag, you made a beeline for the doorway.

You should have learned your lesson.

A weight tumbled over you and knocked you to the floor, breathless. It screeched, rabid, like some sort of fucked up dog. If a dog hadn’t eaten for a month, that is. It stunk, too. It stunk so bad that you thought you might die from suffocation first.

It clawed at you, gnashing its yellow teeth. Your hands were pinned underneath the mass and you heard your knife land across the floor with a clang. This was going to be it. The end. It’s funny, isn’t it? Dying searching for your lifeline. You almost giggled at the irony.

The teeth were close to your neck, aiming to kill. To eat until you were nothing but an unrecognizable pile of flesh and bones. You had to do something, and soon. The only part of your body you could move were your legs, and you tensed them up. You were going to survive this, you were going to get back to that car. 

Three.

You struggled to prop your shoulder up, knocking the danger away from your neck. Its eyes were bloodshot and cloudy. As empty as a corpse.

Two.

The walker got more desperate to bite you, wiggling around harshly on top of you. You tried your best to keep your face far away from its own, but it successfully nipped the edge of your nose. This was going to hurt.

One.

Its final noise was a gurgling one, close to your ear. The weight flopped to your right side, stilling its frugal attempt to destroy you.

“You got yourself covered, huh,” a voice remarked.

You wheezed, “Christ.”

“What were you doin’?”

“Shit.”

Daryl stepped over you, pulling his arrow out of the corpse, “I’m serious.”

You finally got your legs under you, and the first thing you did was back a good distance away from him. There was no getting out of this, you both knew that Daryl would know if you lied to him. Yet, he was one of the last people in the prison you felt comfortable telling. Daryl was a classic redneck, with a bigot older brother and a taste for mysteriousness. There was so much you didn’t know about him, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up like a wildfire. You would have much rather told Carol or even Michonne, if you had to choose. 

“You know what Bob said.”

“Yeah,” he stated, “but you ain’t an alcoholic. I know that much.”

“I’m not, but that wasn’t the point. I only came on this run for one thing, and it isn’t medicine. It’s testosterone.”

“Why do you need that? You’re strong enough without that steroid shit.”

“I don’t get as much as you do naturally.”

“So a medical condition?”

“Kind of.”

“Even if it was, that don’t explain why you had to sneak away from the group to get it. What’re you hiding?”

“I’m transgender, Daryl. I wasn’t born a boy like you,” you murmured.

There was a parade of footsteps down the hallway, and Tyreese burst through the door, the others close behind. He looked spooked, with sweat dripping down his disheveled face. Michonne and, speaking of the devil, Bob looked no better off.

He exclaimed, “Jesus, there you two are. We gotta go, now.”

“What, why?”

“Walkers. Tons of ‘em. Let’s go!”

You gladly took this chance, shoving past Daryl to dart out into the hallway with the others. Everyone else was rushing, but it was a minute before you also heard footsteps behind you. The infected corpses swarmed the building, even though it wasn’t like that before, and it made you wonder what the hell released them. Your group ran up the stairs with walkers not too far behind, and those trapped banged on whatever surface they could reach. 

“There was a ledge near the fire escape,” Michonne hissed, “we can go through there.”

No one responded unless a quick nod could be considered one, and you were off. Michonne went first, then Tyreese, you, and finally Daryl. Your legs were shaking, and you paid Bob a glance. He tensed up, seemingly trying to gauge the distance, before jumping. He was barely right, and landed a little too close to the edge, teetering off. His arms flailed and an army of bodies from below swarmed up to grab his heavy bag. You rushed to catch him, attempting to pull the man up, but he refused to let his backpack go. 

Finally, you ripped both the man and his bag away from the grasp of the walkers, panting, “What the fuck were you doing? What’s in that bag that could possibly be so important?”

“He’s right.” Daryl took the bag from Bob, zipping it open.

Bob rushed to stop him, but it was too late. Daryl dropped the backpack as quick as he picked it up, and he seized Bob by the collar.

“If I ever catch you puttin’ a bottle before a need, I’ll feed you to the walkers myself. You hear me?”

You froze as Daryl let the shorter man down, pushing him as he did so. Everyone else shot him a disappointed look or a glare, and Michonne waved her hand. You were all to keep moving; the run was over, and on an especially sour note.

The group arrived back to the prison safe and sound, the most daring of injuries being bruises, or small cuts. Tyreese and Michonne left to do their own activities, while Bob left to lick his wounds. This retired Daryl and yourself alone, to an awkward silence. With nothing else to do, you picked at a particularly nasty cut on your forearm. It was starting to look infected.

You cleared your throat, “Do you have anything left in your bag?”

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I use some?”

“Nah.” Daryl tossed you his bag.

Carefully, you peeked inside. There wasn’t much left, some disinfectant spray and vials of a clear liquid. No, that couldn’t be, could it?

Testosterone. At least three good vials of it.

You raised them up to your face, not believing your eyes, “Daryl, where the hell did you get these?”

“Grabbed them from that drawer you found the others in,” he refused to make eye contact, “after you left.”

“Why?”

“You might’ve needed more than you got.”

That… meant a lot to you. You had expected him to at the very least ignore you, or even worse, disgusted by you. What were the chances he would grab extras for you, just in case? Instead of yelling or hitting or kicking you out of his life, Daryl did that. If you were being honest, this was one of the weirdest coming out stories to date, but nothing can really beat zombies being included.

“You aren’t mad?”

“Nah. I’m a little confused, though.”

“On the topic?”

Daryl sighed, “Yeah. Wasn’t educated that much.”

“Well, if you want, I could help with that.”

Just for a second, he looked you in the eyes. In that moment, you didn’t see hate, anger, or anything negative. Only a sharp, beautiful glimpse of curiosity.

“Yeah.”

-

[nfcomics]

ROCKETEER ADVENTURES no.4 • cover art • Alex Ross [Aug 2011]

A trio of stories by a trio of brilliant creative teams! A spectacular adventure with Cliff and a prowling Japanese submarine could spell the end of the Rocketeer, while a day at the beach becomes anything but relaxing for Cliff, Betty and Peevy. Plus a story of a sexy Nazi saboteur hell-bent on acquiring Cliff's jetpack!

Comic • 32 pages • $3.99 US

(w) Dave Gibbons, John Arcudi, Joe Pruett • (a) Scott Hampton, Tony Harris, Ashley Wood, Brendan McCarthy • (colorist ) Jamie Grant, J. D. Mettler • (letterer) Shawn Lee • (editor) Scott Dunbier • (ca) Alex Ross

[solnerao]

Alone

LOG ENTRY: SOL 90

It occurred to me today that someday someone from earth might actually listen to these logs, so I figure I should record a needlessly expository one to get everyone up to speed.

My name is Lena Luthor.

It's been 90 martian days since I landed here with the rest of the crew. That's what, 92 earth days? Mars spins just a little on the slow side.

On sol 6 a dust storm was going to knock over the rocket we brought to take us home, so the rest of the crew went home and left me behind to die. Well, they thought I was already dead and left. To be honest, not their fault at all.

So I'm alone here on mars, no way home, no way to communicate, only enough food for a year, and everyone thinks I'm dead. Which sounds miserable but luckily I do have this disco music to listen to, courtesy of Commander Lewis.

And, if I can get these potatoes to grow in martian soil, which I definitely can, then I can survive long enough for the next mission to arrive.

Which should be in about 4 years.

Which does honestly sound like a long time to be alone. But I've been alone before. Most of the time, to be honest, it's how I do my best work.

I don't know, maybe I could have done things differently. Asked out that reporter when I had the chance. Not gone to fucking mars.

On the plus side, if I do make it home, she'll be so impressed she'll have to go out with me. I'm pretty sure the president is basically obligated to deliver a eulogy for every astronaut who kicks the bucket up here so everyone in the country must know my name by now. They'll probably show the satellite images and everything— actually, I wonder if they've figured out I'm alive by now. What else do all those NASA technicians even do all day?

Anyway, that's basically the situation. Feel free to keep watching these if you want to hear about my adventures cleaning solar panels and fixing the water reclaimer. Yeah, that'll sell movie tickets.

LOG ENTRY: SOL 91

Fuck. Oh god. Okay. Something just opened the airlock from the outside. There's no locks on it, because why the fuck would there be? There's not supposed to be anything else on this planet. I have like 30 seconds before that airlock opens and I have no idea what to do. Obviously there's no windows in the airlock for structural reasons, I guess the engineers back at NASA didn't consider the hab might be invaded by space aliens. Alright. If this is my last message I have some things I want to say. Commander Lewis your music is awful. Lex you can rot in hell. Kara I always thought you were hot.

Oh shit here we go—

Kara?

Kara Danvers stepped into the hab. She was wearing a button down shirt and khakis, no space helmet. "I've never held my breath that long, that was crazy." She said, panting slightly.

"Kara, what—" Lena began. But before she could finish forming a sentence, Kara was hugging her.

In the hierarchy of times you wanted to run into your crush, not having showered in 3 months in a room full of manure was pretty much bottom of the list. But right now, Lena didn't care. The hug lasted at least 30 seconds before Lena pulled back.

"Kara, what the fuck is going on? How are you here?"

"Oh! I'm Supergirl" Kara said simply.

"That… actually makes a lot of sense"

"I was at the office when I heard you were still alive and I just—" She shook her head. "NASA had some complicated plan to get you home, but I just thought, how far away can Mars really be?"

Lena laughed.

"You ready to go home?" Kara asked.

"Very." Lena was already crossing the room to don her spacesuit.

"Also, I was wondering" Kara said, more hesitant now. "Do you have plans for dinner tomorrow?"

Lena turned to look at Kara. "Do I have plans for dinner tomorrow?" She repeated, smiling. "Kara, I live on mars."

"I— right. Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

"I would love that."

"Great!" Said Kara, "It's a date! I promise it'll be—" "Don't you dare say it." interjected Lena. "—out of this world."

[ultrameganicolaokay]

DuckTales #1 by Brandon Montclare and Tommaso Ronda. Cover by Ivan Bigarella. Variant covers by (2) Francesco Tomaselli, (3) Carlo Lauro, (4) Alan Quah and (5) an uncredited variant featuring 'classic character art'. Out in November.

"The ridiculously wealthy Scrooge McDuck is the most famous resident of Duckburg - but his fortune goes far beyond mere currency. To his young nephews, 'Unca' Scrooge is rich in something even more important than money: stories! Whether it's the saga of how he dug his first million out of the Klondike, or the many times he saved his lucky Number One Dime from the clutches of Magica De Spell, the feisty tycoon is a font of mesmerizing tales and Huey, Dewey, and Louie can't get enough! But even as they pester their Uncle to share more yarns of his legendary quests and globetrotting treasure hunts, the three boys are about to learn that the most valuable item Scrooge McDuck owns isn't locked up in his absurdly capacious Money Bin -it's the lifetime of wisdom he's got stockpiled inside his head! Writer BRANDON MONTCLARE (Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur, Rocket Girl) and artist TOMMASO RONDA (Kalya) uncover a vein of solid gold adventures with Duck Tales #1 burnished by billion-dollar covers from IVAN BIGARELLA, FRANCESCO TOMASELLI, CARLO LAURO, and ALAN QUAH!

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 4: Mid 2023)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs.

May 2023 💐

• “Y/N Cookie in Parfaedia”

Featuring: The Triple Cone Trio

• “The Y/N Cookie Shrine”

Featuring: Lotus Dragon Cookie and Hydrangea Cookie

• “Secret Sands Y/N Cookie: Rob the Merchant Son”

Featuring: Yogurt Cream Cookie, Centipede Cookie and Peppercorn Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Not Sorted into a School”

Featuring: The headmasters and champions

• “Baby Pond Dino Dragon Cookie”

Featuring: Pond Dino Cookie, Longon Dragon Cookie and Lychee Dragon Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in Legend of the Red Dragon”

Featuring: Hollyberry Cookie, Wildberry Cookie, Royal Margarine Cookie, and Tarte Tatin Cookie

• “Eggscellent Easter Short”

Featuring: Pancake Cookie, Onion Cookie, Bell Pepper Cookie, Walnut Cookie, Almond Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Dr. Wasabi Cookie and Mustard Cookie

• “Grass is Greener: Part 1”

Featuring: Lilybell Cookie and Blue Lily Cookie

• “Royal Margarine Cookie Flirting with Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Royal Margarine Cookie, Wildberry Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie and Pitaya Dragon Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie the Pikachu of CRK and the Cookies of Darkness: Team Rocket of CRK”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and the Cookies of Darkness

• “Coffee Candy Cookie and Y/N Cookie Scenario”

Featuring: Coffee Candy Cookie

• “Yandere Ice Juggler Cookie”

Featuring: Ice Juggler Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie ignoring 5 Yanderes”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Lilac Cookie and White Lily Cookie

June 2023 ☀️

• “Peaches (White Lily Edition)” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie: 100% Adoration Rating”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie

• “Yandere White Lily Timeline” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “Showing Affection towards Snapdragon Cookie… in front of the other 5 Dragons”

Featuring: Snapdragon Cookie and the 5 Dragons

• “Y/N Cookie loves Licorice Cookie”

Featuring: Licorice Cookie

• “Advertising Rights: Shining Glitter Cookie vs. Shine Muscat Cookie”

Featuring: Shining Glitter Cookie and Shine Muscat Cookie

• “Affection from the Ancient Cookies and what gets under their skin”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie, Visitor of the Republic”

Featuring: Custard Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie, Oyster Cookie, Wildberry Cookie and Crunchy Chip Cookie

• “The Heroic or The Meditated”

Featuring: Ninja Cookie and Hero Cookie

• “Envious Lime Cookie”

Featuring: Lime Cookie

• “Frost Cookie x Y/N Reader”

Featuring: Dr Frost Cookie

• “Seductive White Lily Cookie”

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “5 Ancient Heroes, 5 Love Languages”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

July 2023 🎆

• “Ancient Y/N Cookie tries the Grimace Shake”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies (view the corresponding submission)

• “Announcement of the Summer Soda Rock Festa”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Rockstar Cookie, Black Lemonade Cookie and Shining Glitter Cookie

• “Cookies reactions to be being picked up by the Baker”

Featuring: Blueberry Pie Cookie, Latte Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie, Chili Pepper Cookie, Royal Margarine Cookie and Stardust Cookie

• “Abyss Monarch Cookie and Mocha Ray Cookie”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie and Mocha Ray Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie recapping their adventures to Black Lemonade Cookie”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie Sleeping in Weird Spots”

Featuring: Carrot Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Orange Cookie, Goblin Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie and Moonlight Cookie

• “Welcome to the Cookie Kingdom, Snapdragon Cookie”

Featuring: Snapdragon Cookie and the Cookie Children

• “White Lily Cookie’s Obsession carries over as Dark Enchantress Cookie” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie and Dark Enchantress Cookie

• “White Lily Cookie: Best Friend For Eternity…?” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “I Remember You”

Featuring: Lobster Cookie and Mocha Ray Cookie

• “The Ancient Cookies Won’t Tolerate Harassment of Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Fire Spirit Cookie and/or Rockstar Cookie with Y/N Cookie’s lipstick”

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie and Rockstar Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie’s Panicking Manager” ⭐️

Featuring: Dumpling Cookie (view info)

• “Yandere Triple Cone Cup Champions” 💗

Featuring: The Triple Cone Trio

• “Tiny MerCookie with Girlfriend 4x their size”

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Time Balance Department Scenario”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

• “Roguefort Cookie’s Arrest”

Featuring: Roguefort Cookie

• “Stardust Cookie Scenario”

Featuring: Stardust Cookie

• “Pitaya Dragon Cookie Scenario”

Featuring: Pitaya Dragon Cookie

August 2023 🌅

• “Langue de Chat Cookie’s Parents”

Featuring: Langue de Chat Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie being Rougefort Cookie’s Jury”

Featuring: Rougefort Cookie

• “Evilglaze kidnaps Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Dr. Evilglaze

• “Return to the Sea”

Featuring: Sea Fairy Cookie

• “Don’t Mess With Y/N Cookie Fans”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie, Peppercorn Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie, Stardust Cookie and Kumiho Cookie

• “Kidnapped by Abalone Cookie”

Featuring: Abalone Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “Langue de Chat Cookie: Your Lawyer”

Featuring: Langue de Chat Cookie

• “Mermaid Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie, Crimson Coral Cookie and Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

• “Is someone in my house?”

Featuring: Snakefruit Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Lilac Cookie, and Scorpion Cookie

• “White Pearl Cookie x Mermaid Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie

• “White Pearl Cookie wanting a kiss”

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie

• “Brewed to Perfection”

Featuring: Espresso Cookie

• “Top 10 Most Obsessive/Possessive Cookies” 💗

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Envy of the Gem Mermaid Family” 💗

Featuring: The Gem Mermaids and Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

• “Cappuccino Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Cappuccino Cookie

• “Which Car White Pearl Cookie Wants”

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie‘s Combat Prowess in a Martial Arts Tournament”

Featuring: Hollyberry Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie, Oyster Cookie, and the 5 Dragons

• “Schwarzwälder x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Schwarzwälder (aka Choco Werehound Brute)

• “White Lily Cookie’s Obsession” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “Muscular Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Muscle Cookie, Carrot Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie, Butter Pretzel Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Almond Cookie and Shining Glitter Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie x Okchun Cookie”

Featuring: Okchun Cookie

• “Itsy Bitsy Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: No named Cookies present

• “Obsessive Fire Spirit Cookie”

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie

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[bewitched-hours]

Meet Mina!

Kinda like Astra, I figured I'd try to make Mina's wiki look similar. More in the way that I've seen the Block Tales fandom wiki but still similar. (I also added moveset to give insight on how I tend to play, minus items and cards)

So... Meet Mina!

I mentioned before that she's meant to look like an older version of Niko from Oneshot and has ties to them too as an older sister to them- (Because I can't afford a new avatar) I also managed to make a little banner for her that I'm really proud of in Aseprite :D

Mina is the unseen hero. Starting her journey with insecurities and an anxious gut feeling telling her to be as fast as possible and ending it with a new spark in her eyes and a new life worth living.

HP  ❤️️35

PROCs

Burn: 30%

Slow: 30%

Dizzy: 20%

Frozen: 25%

Sleep: 85%

Small: 100%

Poison: 50%

Confusion: 100%

Ankh: 95%

Attributes

Defence

Double Turns

Appearance

Mina is a cat-like person in an adventurous outfit composed of a light brown hat with ears poking through, a purple scarf, a brown jacket and dark brown(almost black) jeans. She has a cat-like face with yellow eyes and whiskers that match her blue-purple(ish) hair.

Moveset

Ignite (RANGED)

Mina throws a stick of dynamite at her target from any distance, inflicting 4 Damage with a 30% chance of applying Burn for 3 turns.

Venomshank (RANGED)

Mina swings the Venomshank forth to inflict 2 Damage and Poison on all enemies for 3 turns.

Rocket Shoes (MELEE)

Mina runs at her target and jumps to activate her rocket shoes, hitting her target to do 2 Damage with a 100% chance of applying Burn and Defence Down for 3 turns.

Ice Dagger (SELF)

Mina uses the ice dagger to heal 20% of her max HP and SP.

Call: Red & Blue (SELF)

Mina calls forth Red & Blue to assist in battle.

Call: Griefer (SELF)

Mina calls forth Griefer to assist in battle.

Trivia

Mina uses She/They mainly but couldn't care less how someone else refers to her. She won't correct it unless it's serious.

If you're wondering on differences between Mina and Niko, you can refer to this little yapping session I had on the main blog-

After a battle where Red & Blue assisted, Mina sends them off with praise, a hug and a snack for each of them to enjoy on their way home.

With the twins, Mina sees herself using her experience from being the big sister to treat them as if they were her own family. She has trouble focusing on her battle strategies when she sees them get hurt but doesn't want to look overprotective, instead going on with the fight as normal and shooting other enemies in the room a death glare when they're gone.

With Griefer, Mina sees a reflection of how she used to be before Niko became part of her life. A rebellious teenager who later changes to be better. Although for her it was to be a good role model to Niko.

Mina still gets nightmares about the day she and Niko had been playing hide and seek and Niko disappeared forever. She blames herself because she assumes something happened while Niko was trying to hide and they were taken because of her carelessness.

Mina tends to quote memes she remembered but is never entirely sure if they're relevant in this new 'present', often leading to confusion and embarrassment.

Although affectionate, Mina is rather closed off about her past and true emotions. She doesn't want to be a burden and doesn't know who to trust.

Mina tends to come off as flirtatious or complimentary at times due to her more honest nature. Although her actual flirting attempts would be absolutely horrendous...

Mina kinda got adopted by Shedletsky after finding out she never really had a dad. (Missing)